Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

"But that's not your original fate..."

Trelawney's deep voice rang out in the silent classroom.

Her eyes had lost their madness, and her expression was no longer strange.

Before Hermione could rejoice, she heard this.

"What was my fate?" the little witch looked at Professor Trelawney with a serious face, and she asked suspiciously, "What was my original fate?"

Although he was not interested in divination, his words involuntarily attracted Hermione's curiosity.

Lorne, who was sitting on the side drinking tea, looked at the green-robed witch in front of him with a pair of pale blue eyes.

There's something...

You can even see such a thing as fate?

It seems that he underestimated Trelawney's strength.

"No, how do I know your original fate. "

Trelawney shook her head, the chains clashing against her with a crisp sound.

She had just come to feel it suddenly, and every now and then this prophecy would come up.

And those images of prophecy will soon dissipate.

It was like a flash of inspiration.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about divination!"

Trelawney clapped her hands under Hermione's stunned gaze and shouted loudly to the young wizards around her.

Can this kind of professor really teach people?

"How do I feel like she's talking gibberish?"

Hermione lowered her head and whispered to Lorne.

Especially when he just walked into the classroom, he pretended to be a ghost in front of a group of little wizards, and almost scared Neville into crying.

"That's what divination is. "

Lorne nodded in response.

After all, no one can guarantee that their divination is accurate, so it seems inevitable that there will be some chatter.

However, Trelawney's bloodline still has some abilities, especially the prophecy she made to Miss Granger.

Fate has been changed - isn't that what he is coming?

Dumbledore hadn't raised her for decades.

"There are some things you need to know before you teach this course. "

Trelawney's thickly lensed eyes and glanced around.

Neville and Lavender Brown, a Gryffindor girl, looked away in fear, not daring to make eye contact with her.

Because just now, Trelawney made a prophecy to Lavender, that the rabbits she raised would die on October 16th.

"Lavender's rabbits look healthy, and I think Ron's rats are dead, and her rabbits don't necessarily die. "

Hermione said with her chin propped up a little bored.

She and Lavender were in the same dormitory, and she had seen the cute little rabbit last night, who looked lively and had no disease.

How can it be said that death is death, it must be just pretending to be a ghost.

"It's not a good thing to say. "

Lorne picked up a large crystal ball and placed it on the table, on which images gradually appeared.

It was a dead rabbit.

However, the date was on the night of October 15.

It seems that my talent is still good.

Lorne couldn't help but think.

"Divination class requires talent, innate talent, this kind of mysterious thing is not something that ordinary people can learn, if you are responsible, you will not learn anything in my class. "

Trelawney pushed her eyes and said with a half-squint.

Her tone was no longer serious, but returned to the way she had been, sounding very out of tune.

"She's the same as you say!"

Hermione couldn't help but kick Lorne, who was still watching the crystal, with her little foot remembers her little boyfriend saying this a lot.

Divination is a matter of talent.

Lorne felt movement under the table and reached out to grasp the calf that was bobbing again.

Soft, smooth...

It was hot today, so Miss Granger wore only a knee-length pleated skirt and a white shirt.

As soon as Lorne's white calf was grasped, Hermione's ears instantly turned red.

"Put... Let go!"

There were a lot of people in the classroom, and everyone was listening intently to Trelawney on the stage explaining the mysteries and uses of divination, so Hermione didn't dare to use too much of a voice.

"Don't let go. "

Lorne chuckled in response.

At this point, Trelawney's basics were finished.

The next step is to start the first divination prophecy.

Lorne had tried many times in the potion shop, but only once or twice had the real success.

The efficiency is simply outrageously low.

As a pattern of teacups was placed on the table, Trelawney's figure shuttled through the classroom, and the voice rang out at the same time.

"Now, all you have to do is open the prophecy in the book and follow the steps in the teacup prophecy. "

"Two people in teams, watch each other!"

As the words fell, the little wizards went to find their friends.

Lorne and Hermione didn't move.

There were just the two of them at the table near the corner.

"Does this really work?" asked Hermione, touching her somewhat hot face, looking at the steaming teacup.

It was just as she was handing out the teacup that Lorne let go of her calf.

Otherwise, I'm going to be caught tickling now.

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth.

This vengeance must be revenged tonight.

"Some of Trelawney's words, you can assume she's gibberish, but this teacup prophecy is true. "

Lorne picked up the teacup and blew on the hot air, then took a slow sip.

"Hurry up and drink, the two of us will have to exchange in a while!"

Seeing Lorne sipping tea slowly, Hermione poked his cheek with her fingers and said.

Her tea was already left, and she was one last step away from checking the prophecy results.

"What's the hurry, the tea is very hot. "

Lorne looked unhurried.

The taste of these teas is surprisingly good.

It seems that Trelawney is also a person who knows how to enjoy.

"You're lying again!"

Hermione gave him a blank look.

The temperature of this tea is just right, how can it be so hot!

"If you don't believe me, you can give it a try. "

Lorne chuckled and handed the tea to Miss Hermione.

As soon as she took a sip, she stuck out her little tongue.

It's hot!